|Saltmarshe Hall, East Yorkshire|
We went to a wedding down by The River Ouse. It was held in Saltmarshe Hall - once the family home of the noble Saltmarshe family. Now it's a remote wedding venue. We were there to witness the marriage of my friend Tony's youngest daughter to the love of her life, Jason.
There were around seventy guests. It was a civil ceremony. Shirley and I sat at the back of the room. Jason kept blubbering tears because he was so overwhelmed with joy. It was if he didn't understand what was happening and at one point he slapped his own face and said "Stop it!" Touching and funny.
As the registrar delivered her official spiel, I looked out of the parlour window and saw several figures upon the lawn. It was a shooting party. There were four or five beaters, several gun dogs and three men carrying rifles. One of them had a couple of dead pheasants tied to his belt. Meantime, indoors, Jason and his pretty bride were saying "I do" and weeping some more.
Several minutes later, on the stone steps of the hall, as the photographer was directing wedding guests, gunshots rang out across the fields and, wag that I am, I piped up, "It's a shotgun wedding!" Everybody laughed.
It's not what you expect on the happiest day of your life - pheasant shooters blasting frightened birds out of the sky. I doubt that it is very auspicious which happens to rhyme with Mauritius that happens to be the newly weds' honeymoon venue. Nonetheless, I suspect that they will be very happy together and that my old mate Tony could well be a grandfather by this time next year.. Good luck to them! It was a very lovely wedding.
|Jason and Isabel|